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History Doesn't Repeat Itself, but It Often Rhymes
The unsettling images circulating on social media echo the harrowing tales once shared by my parents, particularly one that haunts me: a five-year-old trembling in despair after losing his entire family. These stories transport me to a grim past, reminiscent of the days when parachutists descended upon the small Kabyle villages of my ancestry, depriving them of food and essential resources. My father recounted the chilling events of family members abducted by the French army, never to return, and his own childhood trauma witnessing the savage torture of village men by the river at just six years old. They were mercilessly cut and sprinkled with salt, inducing a slow, agonizing sensation of being burnt alive. This legacy of hatred and dehumanization towards indigenous peoples, as vividly described by my father, persists into the present, serving as a stark reminder of the enduring scars of colonialism. Mark Twain said it best "History Doesn't Repeat Itself, but It Often Rhymes".
